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Jane Avril, also known as L’Étrange (the Strange One), Jane La Folle (Crazy Jane) and La Mélinite (a type of explosive), legendary Moulin Rouge dancer and muse of Toulouse-Lautrec
“She was certainly known for her unusual style, which was described as "an orchid in a frenzy". The Belgian author Frantz Jourdain described her as "this exquisite creature, nervous and neurotic, the captivating flower of artistic corruption and of sickly grace"”
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Nothing Matters | matt sturniolo
in which Y/N and Matt are best friends and he wants to try something new.
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Y/N and Matt had been friends for years.
You never saw Y/N without Matt and vice versa. Everyone knew they were a package deal, if you wanted one, you’d get both. Most people in school thought they were together, because they were both equally possessive over each other. But no, nothing sexual had ever happened between them. Sure, there had been times when Matt wanted to take Y/N then and there, but he never acted on it.
Not until now.
It was a normal day for them. Y/N got home from college and went straight to Matt’s. She plopped down on his bed, like it was her own, while Matt was in the kitchen with his brothers filming a video for their youtube channel. She wasn’t wearing anything special, a tube top and leggings. But the outfit fit her in all the right places. When Matt walked into his room all he could stare at was her plump ass, just waiting to be spanked by him.
“You know, you’re starting to creep me out,” Y/N hummed, turning over onto her back. Matt felt his cock grow through his shorts, as her perky tits bounced.
“Har Har,” Matt teased, throwing his phone onto his desk and walking over to the side of the bed.
“Honestly, why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N questioned, leaning on her elbow. Matt shrugged, finding it hard to give her an answer because all he could think about was her tits moving as he ploughed into her from behind.
Y/N cleared her throat and sat up.
She wasn’t stupid. She could see the outline of his cock, strained against his shorts.
“Do you need help with that?” Y/N asked, her eyes wide with anything but innocence.
Matt groaned and threw his head back.
“This is not happening,”
Y/N shrugged, “What if it is?” She questioned, getting up onto her knees and placing her hands on his broad shoulders. His breath hitched.
“Do you want me?” She asked, her warm breath against his cheek.
“Do you want to feel my pussy, Matt?”
Matt groaned and placed his lips on hers, momentarily surprising her, but she quickly collected herself opening her mouth to let his tongue explore hers. A moan left her mouth, but Matt swallowed it, placing his hands on her ass. He slapped it and loved the sound it made.
Y/N sucked his bottom lip, nearly drawing blood.
“Take these off,” Matt ordered, tugging at her leggings. Y/N was more than willing to comply. She toed off her socks and then came her leggings, leaving her in a pink thong.
“Fuck,” Matt murmured, squeezing her ass cheeks.
“Let me make you feel good?” Y/N asked, her fingers dancing around the top of shorts. Matt nodded and helped Y/N drag his shorts down. His cock popped out, red and full of pre cum.
“You’re so big,” She whispered, her small hand wrapping around his huge length. Matt bit his lip, holding back a groan as Y/N admired his cock. She squeezed it and began to pump his length, still admiring how beautiful it was.
She swept her thumb over the tip of his cock and Matt placed a hand on her head.
“Suck,”
Y/N did what she was told, swallowing the tip of his cock.
“Just like that,” Matt moaned, thrusting into her mouth. Y/N could feel him at the back of her throat as she guided more of his cock into her mouth.
He pulled her hair, making his cock pop out of her mouth. She whimpered, looking up at her best friend.
“Wanna taste you,” Matt said, pushing her down on to the bed. Y/N opened her legs for him and watched him as he peeled her drenched thong down her legs.
“Beautiful,” He murmured, kissing up her thigh.
Matt reached her clit.
“Please, Matty,” She begged.
He smirked and flicked his tongue over her clit, Y/N bit her lip so hard trying to contain the moans. But it was too much.
He continued his assault on her clit, wrapping his mouth around it. With one hard suck, Y/N could already feel her orgasm coming.
“Never, ever stop,”
“Don’t plan to,”
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Gene Tierney (Laura, The Ghost and Mrs Muir, Leave Her to Heaven)— The class, the elegance. The way she walks into frame and immediately all focus is on her. She had a pretty lengthy struggle with mental health that she describes in her book, which I think made her all the more sensitive in portraying characters like in leave her to heaven. Also she dumped JFK so
Moira Shearer (The Red Shoes)— Moira Shearer is one of the most awe-inspiring dancers ever put to screen. Watching her performance in 'The Red Shoes' changed my fucking life. When I saw her in 'Peeping Tom' it was one of the most anxiety-inducing experiences I've ever had watching a film. Moira Shearer was not only an actress who can make you feel, she's an actress who can make you feel *desperately afraid* for her. An all-time favourite for horror, dance, and just her /presence/, man.
This is round 2 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.
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Gene Tierney:
The entire plot of Laura is that a guy has to become completely obsessed with a woman after just seeing her portrait. This only works because Gene was cast in the role. I 10000% believe anyone could fall in love after seeing her face.
Those eyes! Just look at those eyes! She’s at her hottest in Leave Her To Heaven— I literally want her to ruin my life.
Absolute grade-A babe, she is the perfection incarnate.
Gene Tierney was beautiful, poised, intense. I associate her with roles where she was murderous or an intelligent woman being patronized to - like a woman on the edge! As far as I am concerned, she deserved to do whatever she wanted.
She had a slight overbite which was amazingly sexy, and a throaty voice that was very memorable as well. She’s terrific in Laura, which reminds me I should watch it again.
EYES!! Her diabolical acting in Leave Her to Heaven is just perfect, Rosamund Pike definitely took notes for her Gone Girl from her.
Oscar-nominated and simply one of the most beautiful women to ever walk this Earth.
Absolutely stunning. In Leave Her to Heaven, she reaches Rosamund-Pike-in-Gone-Girl levels of “holy fucking shit?!?!?!” She had a fling with JFK in the ‘40s and also dated the exes of Rita Hayworth and Hedy Lamarr (Prince Aly Khan and W. Howard Lee, respectively). Sadly, her daughter was born with a disability (during a time in which there were few good mainstream options for disabled children and their parents), likely because of a fan who was sick with measles and went out of her way to meet Tierney (who was pregnant) anyway. Topical! Sure would be good if people stayed home when they were sick! Anyway, she was also a Republican, which sucks. Laura and Leave Her to Heaven are great viewing though.
Moira Shearer:
[editor's note: if your TWs include death, body horror, or general freaky stuff, go forward with caution with the videos. Enjoy!]
Scottish flame-haired professional ballerina who made a successful move into films with ballet classic "The Red Shoes" and several other films. The best way to convey her beauty and grace is to see her in motion so gifsets are attached.
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Please check her out as Olympia in The Tales of Hoffmann, it's one of my favourite examples of automata ballet and she's so awesome in it
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Her performance in 'The Red Shoes' (if you ever have the opportunity to see this on the big screen, TAKE IT.)
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Say You Love Me Too | Jung Wooyoung
Pairing: Jung Wooyoung x Manager!Reader
Request: No
Synopsis: Reader has broken a rule that could get her fired. She's fallen in love.
Warnings: forbidden romance (?). Okay, here me out, this was supposed to be a cute platonic imagine about Wooyoung having a favourite manager but it didn't turn out that way. Probably kinda sucks.
Word Count: 1,267
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By the time it’s time to film the dance practice video for ATEEZ’s latest title track, it has been so engrained in Wooyoung that it’s muscle memory at this point. So, when something off to the side behind the camera’s catches his attention, his dancing isn’t affected as he looks over at the woman sitting crossed legged on the floor in the corner of the dance practice room. Wooyoung’s only issue was keeping himself from grinning ear to ear as he took the chance to look over at her when he could.
Y/N’s going through the file of papers that contained ATEEZ’s up and coming schedules and what needed to be done and who was assigned to which task and all the other joys that came along with being one of the managers. She’s mouthing along with the words of the song and occasionally dancing along to it. She’d been there for every practice and got to sit on some of the studio sessions. The song was just as engrained into her as it was the men who sang and preformed it.
“Let’s take a break and go over it again one more time,” the PD-nim's voice cuts through the room, ending filming for now.
With that, she closes the file and stands up, holding the file to her chest so she doesn’t drop it. She stretches her legs, making her way over to her bag and places the file back inside it. As she stands back up straight, a familiar pair of arms wraps themselves around her as the person they belong to hugs her from behind.
“Wooyoung!” she raises her voice, knowing who it is right away. She manages to get out of his hold as she turns around to face him. “Yah! I told you not to hug me when you’re all sweaty,” she continues, scolding him playfully and hitting his shoulder.
“Are you leaving already?” he asks, ignoring your scolding, watching you hang your bag over your shoulder.
“I have a meeting with the stylists to go over the concept looks and outfits for your comeback stage,” she answers and looks at her phone to see she has seven minutes to get to the conference room she was meeting the stylists in.
“Are you coming back after the meeting?” he asks, his voice lowering, wanting to keep their conversation between just the two of them. She shakes her head, no. “Will I get to see you before you leave tonight?”
“Maybe if you catch me on my way out,” she tells him. “If not, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Before Wooyoung could say anything more, she leaves the practice room.
But Wooyoung doesn’t give up that easy. He makes up some excuse about needing the bathroom and darts out of the room after her. The PD-nim and Hongjoong both shout at him to not be too long.
“Y/N-ah!” he calls after her, only for her to ignore him as she waits for the elevator to reach her floor.
When the elevator’s doors open, she steps inside just as Wooyoung reaches her. Before the doors can close, he slides into the elevator. When the doors close, she turns to him, frowning. “What are you doing?”
“Why do I get the feeling your avoiding me?” he comments, brushing off her question and the disapproving look on her face.
"I'm not avoiding you. I’m busy making sure everything goes smoothly for your comeback,” she she retorts, refuting any claims of avoidance he was accusing her of. "I've been practically juggling two jobs ever since the manager who used to handle this with me switched groups. KQ needs-”
"Is it because of the kiss?" he interjects, cutting off her rambling.
Her body tenses up, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red at the mention of the kiss they shared the night before.
Wooyoung has always made it obvious that he cares deeply for her. From the way his gaze always found her in a crowded room, the way he would look at her with adoration in his eyes, and the way he always made an effort to be with her or beside her. Wooyoung's affection for her was undeniable. And it wasn’t something happened over night. It had built up gradually of the two years she’s been working for them.
Y/N would be lying to herself and everyone around her if she said she didn’t feel the same. But her job was at risk if she ever gave into those feelings. She made it as clear as possible that her and Wooyoung would never go past just being friends.
Until last night happened. He’d kissed her in a moment of weakness on both their parts. She wanted to regret it so bad, but she couldn’t bring herself to. The more she thought about it the more she wanted it to happen again and the more she was willing to look for another job so it could happen again.
She was truly at a crossroads.
“Can we not talk about that?” she asks, even though she wants to. Using her phone as a distraction from looking at him, she sees she has a minute left to get to the conference room.
“I think we should,” he says disagreeing with her choice not to talk about it.
“Not here, not now,” she sighs as the elevator reaches the floor she needs to be on. He follows her out and gently takes her arm stopping her from walking away and turning her back to face him.
“Can I stop by your apartment later?” he asks, his voice once again only quiet enough for her to hear as someone walks by them on to the elevator.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” she says, without saying no. “You have late nights and early mornings. You need all the rest you can get. I’ll see you first thing tomorrow when I arrive.”
“But we can’t talk then,” he frowns with a slight pout.
“Maybe it’s best if we didn’t,” she sighs sadly, as she thinks with her brain and not her heart. She leaves him standing in the middle of the corridor, both their hearts breaking for something they want but can never happen.
He’s about to turn around and head back to the practice room when Y/N walks out of the room she just walked into a moment ago. He looks at her confused.
“I need to know,” she speaks before he could ask her what’s going on. “I need to know if your serious about us.”
“The last time I was this serious about someone was when I told Yeosang him and I were going to succeed or fail together,” he admits. “Look how that turned out.”
“Do you think we can make this work?” she asks, a hopeful and anxious look swirling in her eyes.
“I don’t know but I hope we can,” he says, also hopeful as he takes her hand and pulls her into an empty room, just as the elevator doors open alerting them that someone is about to enter the corridor. After the door closes behind them, he takes her face in his hands, tilting her head so he can look into her eyes. “What I do know is that I can’t ignore that I’ve fallen in love you. I never expected to but here we are. Say you love me too.”
“I love you, too,” falls from her lips before she has time to think about it.
Wooyoung smiles and kisses her deeply, trying to convey all the love he has for her.
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Truth or Dare || Chris Briney x fem!reader
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summary: you join chis on one of his interviews with the cast and one little detail calls you out
pairing: chris briney x fem!reader
warnings: none! fluff
wc: 300 (not sure)
just a small little thing hope you enjoy. not really edited so sorry
You have always been off the grid as chris’ girlfriend. All your social medias was private other than the fact that chris now had millions of followers digging into your daily lives. You both met back in college in your english class and started off as friends for the 4 years and he finally had the courage to ask you out at graduation. Ever since, y’all have been inseparable. He would bring you up in any conversation, post you on his instagram, being you to set. He was the best person you have ever met.
With chris getting a huge role in the show The Summer I Turned Pretty, you knew people would try and get in between y’all’s relationship. Since the fans couldn’t reach you, they would comment things on chris’ instagram just for you. But it never crossed chris’ mind that he would ever lose you, he would always talk about you no matter what no matter where.
And now season 2 has been filmed and now the first few episodes have been released, it was time for the cast to film some promo videos and production boosts for the fans. Chris brought you along for the day so you sat backstage in almost every video just smiling at the cast but mostly your boyfriend. You watched as they went through the truths and dared having a dance battle to eating horseradish. It was now chris turn to go and he picked out a truth.
“kiss sean kaufman again.” you rolled your eyes playfully
“again.” sean said jokingly “guys who put that one again.” and the whole cast started talking over each other
“nah, it’s what it said.” chris shows the paper around but too fast for anyone to see “look at it. it’s what it said.”
“one day it’s actually going to say kiss sean.” lola said before chris cleared his throat and read the paper
“besides your phone, what is the one item in your house you couldn’t live without.” you knew the answer instantly it was Aquaphor it’s what he cared almost as much as he cared about you, you introduced it to him about a few years ago and he hasn’t stopped using it since
“aquaphor,” gavin said before anyone
“aquaphor.” chris reached into his coat jacket and pulled out the tiny bottle you bought him last week “i’m on it because of my girlfriend.” he glanced at you before looking at the bottle and opened it “it’s the best things that’s ever happened to me… um.. besides.. my girlfriend.” he guested towards you and your cheeks instantly filled with heat as the cast looked at you “her introducing me to aquaphor.” he rubbed some on his lips
“she’s blushing!” lola pointed towards you and you laughed messing with your rings on your finger out of nervousness and chris gave you an apologetic look knowing you don’t like a lot of attention
After the interview was over you went into the back room where the cast was and sat down before their next interview. You sat on the couch drinking a lemonade while the cast talked around you. Sometime you didn’t like being here, you felt out of place sometimes.
“hey girly.” lola sat down next to you. you and lola have became very close friends despite all the rumors saying you hated her for kissing your boyfriend when it was all acting for a tv show
“hey, you ready for the next interview?” you turned towards her slightly
“yeah but my bed is really calling my name right now.” she sighed taking a sip of her water
“chris has mixed feelings about the interviews, he never wants to say anything wrong he really gets into his head about it. plus these are your last interviews before the strike happens so.”
“yeah it honestly sucks that we have to do this but it’s worth it, it’s also stopping us from telling the fans about season 3 too. we can’t promote anything.”
“it will be worth it in the end.” you smiled at her and a body fell next to you, glancing to your side you saw chris sipping on water too “hey you.” he smiled tipping his head to kiss the side of your forehead
“tired.” he whispered
“we’ll go home soon enough.” you leaned into his side and he wrapped an arm around you
“sorry i mentioned you with the aquaphor, it’s just really important to me and you kinda slipped out.”
“shush, it’s okay i want people to know you love the product more than me.” you nudged him with your shoulder
“hey that’s not true!”
“sure sure, anyone on the cast can tell you otherwise baby.” he shook his head playfully at you and brought you in closer to him
He was lucky to have you by his side in this major point in his life. He would never choose anyone other than you to be with him right here right now.
#chris briney imagine#chris briney one shot#chris briney x fem!reader#chris briney#chris briney x reader#chris briney fluff
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Envious
Pairing: Chris Sturniolo X Female Reader (chubby reader)
Synopsis: Y/N just hates her body, and although the triplets try to make her feel better some hate comments get to her. But Chris is there to make her feel better🫂
Warnings⚠️: None she cute asf or whatever 🤭
Song for the imagine: Jealousy, Jealousy-Olivia Rodrigo
I’m so sick of myself
I’d rather be, rather
Anyone, anyone else
I hated how scrolling through instagram made me feel. Perfect bodies, white teeth, long healthy hair, perfect boyfriends…..just everything I’ve ever wanted. I tried not to fall down this rabbit hole, but it never worked out.
I would scroll and scroll until I felt physically sick. I would then exit out of instagram and stare at myself in the mirror pointing out everything I hated about myself. My skin oily and acne prone, my hair boring, my eyebrows too thin and light, my lips not big enough, my nose huge, my body disgusting. I hated my body with a burning passion.
Curves are good but not my curves. My curves are considered fat and unattractive.My breasts too big, my stomach not flat…bending over and seeing “rolls” God I fucking hated it. My thighs too big, my ass not fat enough….it's brutal. I'm not sure why it mattered what my body looked like. I also wasn’t sure why I cared so much about what people thought of me. I hated it, and I tried to hide myself away and shelter myself from any mean comments.
I tried not to be in the triplets videos because I saw the way some of these “fans” treated Madi, and that girl is perfect….I could only imagine what they would say about me. They even body shamed Chris and it was insane to me. They talked about it in a video saying that body shaming was disgusting and it doesn’t matter what people look like, we're all humans and all our bodies are different. I agreed, but I couldn’t believe these things about myself.
Chris so badly wanted to film a TikTok with me because we both were wearing the same FreshLove shirt, and black pants, and at first I rejected it, but after some convincing I decided to film it with him. I sucked it up and decided to have fun with my friend.
“Okay let’s do the “she wish there were two of me” trend, and like I’ll say it, and then stick my hand out and you’ll slide into frame and high five me” he said
“I love that trend, let’s do it” I said laughing
He set up his phone and started recording, lip syncing
“Walk in that Bih with with that Loui V” he said, and then looked over at me backing away from the camera
“She say she wish there were two of me” he said backing up and high fiving me as I came into frame
We started dancing, and he slung his arm over my shoulder “she fuckin, she know what she doing, B” We sang laughing and dancing
We finished filming and he posted the TikTok. For once I actually wasn’t scared of him posting me because I genuinely felt cute in my outfit today. My FreshLove shirt was cropped and I had my favorite pair of flare leggings on.
“I finally got you to film with me” he said jumping around
“Yeah that's a one time occurrence” I said laughing
“Oh come onnnn so many people want you in more of our videos” he said looking at me
“Yeahhhh, but I don’t know sometimes your guys fans are a little mean” I said looking down
“Yeah well fuck those haters those aren’t fans” he said scoffing
Later on that night Chris, Matt, Nick and I were in their living room playing board games while some random movie played in the background. We were all having a great time until I got a text message, I looked at my phone to see my best friend texting me
My baby🥹
-Hey babes….Im not sure that you’ve seen the comments under Chris video with you, but they’re disgusting and don’t let that shit get to your head
My heart sank immediately, my breathing getting shallow, my throat constricting and my palms getting sweaty. What the fuck is she talking about….
I opened up TikTok and went to Chris' video opening up the comments….my mouth instantly going dry
-“I know she didn’t crop a FreshLove shirt when she’s fat🤣”
-“I hope Chris isn’t dating her, that's actually sad….he must be desperate😗”
-“Why does she think she’s so hot??? Like what am I missing LMFAOOO”
-“oh that’s not- LMFAOO WHAT IS THIS GIRL DOING”
-“makes sense why she isn’t in the video anymore….she really let herself go”
-“Is that Y/N??? When did she gain so much weight??”
These comments made my stomach churn, and my face burn with embarrassment. The one day I feel cute I’m completely torn apart by these so called “fans”
“Chris you have to take that video down of us” I said looking at him
“What?? Why I love it” he said
“Just take it down” I said
“I love that video too don’t delete it” Nick said
“I don’t want it up” I said avoiding eye contact
Matt pulled out his phone to open the video, he opened the comments and immediately his eyes were saddened
“What the fuck” he said scrolling through the comments
Chris snatched the phone from him reading the comments
“This is fucking disgusting….Y/N don’t believe this shit okay” he said looking at me
“How can I not? These are things I see too, and to have your followers point them out is making me feel disgusting” I said
“None of this shit is true okay” Nick said looking at me
“I just want to be left alone right now” I said standing up
I went down to Chris’ room where I would stay when I spent the night. I laid on his bed. Letting the comments replay in my head. My heart racing and my breathing getting deep……I was starting to have anxiety about the comments and slowly I allowed myself to cry
The tears just flowed like a stream. I tried not to let these comments get to me, but it’s hard when people are judging you on the internet and they don’t even know you. I was letting out choked sobs, trying to cover my mouth to control my sobs. This was so unfair.
I heard the door open, so I figured it was Chris. He shut the door behind him, and sat at the end of the bed as I cried
“I know you don’t want to talk and that’s okay, but I want you to listen to me” he said
“I know it’s hard to not believe what people are saying on the internet, trust me I do, but I want you to know that those comments are from a bunch of children being haters okay. None of that shit is true at all. You’re a beautiful, funny and kind souled person” Chris said
I started to calm down, allowing my tears to stop, and trying to control my breathing.
“You don’t have to change for anyone okay. Stay true to yourself. You are amazing and don’t let these haters behind a screen get to you” he said rubbing my leg
“Thank you Chris” I said in a whisper
“Of course Y/N. I’m always here for you” he said smiling at me
I wiped my eyes and began to sit up
“Follow me” he said getting up, I got up and followed him to his bathroom
“What are you doing?” I asked
He walked into the bathroom and turned the lights on
“You’re going to stand in the mirror and look at yourself, you’re going to point out what you find unattractive about yourself, and I’m going to tell you why they’re beautiful” he said standing behind me, and placing me in front of him
“Chris no…” I said looking at him through the mirror
“I’m not letting you leave till you do it” he said shrugging his shoulders
“Ugh fine” I said looking in the mirror, at my swollen eyes, the tears down my face and my lips swollen
“Let’s start with your hair” he said
“I hate it…..it’s boring it’s flat it’s ugly” I said
“Wrong! It’s beautiful. It’s long and shiny and you take the best care of it. It always smells so good” he said looking at me
I just looked at him blushing slightly
“Go on” he said nodding his head
“My eyebrows…they’re so thin and light….and my eyes the color is ugly” I said
“Wrong again! Your eyebrows shape your face beautifully, and your eyes are gorgeous. The way the sun hits them and they sparkle, and the way your lashes are so long and showcase your eyes beauty” he responded
“Do we have to keep going?” I said blushing
“Yes you must” he said
“I hate my lips they aren’t big enough, and I hate my teeth and my smile” I said
“Your lips are pretty. Always glossed, always plump and full. And your teeth….your smile is my favorite thing” he said
“Are you flirting with me?” I said
“I may be” he said giving me a sly smirk
I started to smile and roll my eyes
“Look at that beautiful smile” he said pointing at me
“Chris shut up” I said giggling
“Keep going” he said nodding
“Uhh I hate my boobs they’re too big” I said avoiding eye contact
“Umm I’m going to be careful with my words here, but uhh a real man will never complain about big tits, and I happen to be a real man” he said looking at me making a funny face
“I like how you say you’re going to be careful with your words, and then say some crazy ass shit” I said laughing
“I meannnn I could say something way worse, but I’ll keep that for another time” he said winking
I rolled my eyes at him
“I hate my stomach” I said fidgeting with my hands
“Remember when we went to that museum, and we saw all those sculptures of Aphrodite and those renaissance women and they all had bigger stomachs. Well there was a reason, bigger women were the beauty standard at one point, and the most powerful beautiful women were on the thicker side. I think a woman with meat on her bones is hot. I mean I love all women, but the thicker the better” he said
I just stared at him in awe as I blushed
“Keep going” he said
“I hate my thighs, and the fact that my ass isn’t as fat as it should be” I said
“Let me tell you something, thick thighs save lives, and I live by that okay. The bigger the thighs the better, and so what if you don’t have this crazy huge ass. Your ass is great. I’ll be vulnerable here…I sneak a look any chance I get” he said throwing his hands up in defense
“You creeper” I said laughing
“I can’t help it. When there’s all this woman in my face I just go dumb” he said looking over my body
“You have a way with words” I said sucking my teeth
“It’s all honesty though. Like I said you’re beautiful inside and out, you’re a kind soul, you’re nice, you’re funny, you’re hot….I mean you’re everything a man could want” he said
He came up behind me wrapping his hands around my waist and squeezing me tight, laying his head on shoulder
“Never let anyone tell you otherwise” he said looking at me through the mirror
“Okay” I said in a whisper
“Now give me that beautiful smile” he said pouting
“Shut up Chris” I said laughing
“There it goes!! My favorite” he said smiling with me
He turned me around and pulled me in tighter
“You’re amazing I can’t stress that enough” he said
“Thank you Chris” I responded pulling away from the hug
“Let me take you on a date” he said looking at me
“Okay, yeah I’d like that” I said getting shy
“Don’t get shy on me now Y/N” he said lifting my head up with his chin
“Lets go out tomorrow” he said looking at me
“Sure Chris” I said smiling
He smiled at me before wrapping his arm over my shoulder pulling me in and kissing my cheek
“Now let’s get back to having some fun” he said as we walked out his bathroom and he shut the light off.
We went back up to the living room where we continued to play games and watch movies. These guys were amazing…especially Chris
The End
Alright guys I hope you liked this one 😚 and I honestly think I’m going to open up my requests because I’m all out of ideas as of rn😭 LOVE YALLLL🖤🖤
-J💅🏽
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i saw an interview this morning where valentinos voice actor is asked about his characters relationship to the other vees and he briefly explains that vox and val in this weird gay relationship where they make out and do stuff but then straight up says "uhhhh i dont know what valentinos relationship is with velvet lol!"
the bar is in hell for women characters (pun intended) because a velvet USED to have a relationship with vox and val during the instagram days. i like that she was more like a daughter to him and that they bonded over violence! shit like that was what actually made valentino feel like a complex character who can be good and bad. because i literally cannot think of a single relationship hes on good terms with. voxvals whole appeal is that theyre toxic gay bitches! so having just ONE good relationship in his life, even if its just with his weird 30 year old coworker daughter, could actually make him feel like a person with layers like valentino fans desperately insist he is in the show.
since rn velvet just kind of. exists! she barely speaks to the other vees, doesn't seem to enjoy spending time with them unless she can film them dancing and making out, shes mostly frowning in the finale whenever vox opens his mouth, and never directly even speaks to val. why would val not speak to someone he lives (i think) and considers his equal?
like she very much has the ability to become a compelling fun character/villian when shes separated from the other vees. which sucks! because it just makes me wonder "would valentino or vox tangibly lose anything if velvet didnt work with them? and would anything change about their dynamic if she wasnt there?" and i know the answer is "probably not!"
the fact that no ones mentioned her despite s2 having a "heavier focus on the vees" is so fucking telling. she really doesnt feel like the backbone of the vees! she feels like the third wheel vox and val hired and she just stays with them for power despite her not speaking/having a relationship with them at all. its not even like the idea of "30 year old woman stops caring so much about her gay dads she created and slowly begins to resent them, working with them anyway for power" is a terrible idea, but i absolutely know thats not what viv intended. vel is absolutely an afterthought in the writing when shes with the other vees and its apart of what makes me dislike them now more then ever. if s1 couldnt even have velvet speak to the other vees about ANYTHING other then important business stuff (like, idk, fashion, technology, love potions, the few fucking things these characters have in common) then i doubt s2 is gonna be much better.
anyway velvet should leave the vees and get some granny gyatt from carmilla thank u 4 reading <3
Calling it now, season 2's going to contain as little Velvette as Viv can get away with. Because you said it best yourself -- she's not so much a character as a third wheel Vox and Val hired. If they're not around then she's sometimes allowed to shine, but if they are, forget it. It's all about them.
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the poolhouse // clement novalak (mini fic)
summary: after watching her boyfriend film a tiktok for his podcast, y/n and clement escape to the pool house to spend some quality time together.
pairing: clement novalak x female reader
warnings: clement being a lovesick idiot (but most importantly, respecting his beloveds sexual boundaries!), consumption of alcohol, oral sex (female receiving)
the way that clement novalak moved was criminal.
the sun was setting beyond the palms as the group sat in marcus armstrong's backyard in new zealand, clement and james in the pool, attempting to film a tiktok to promote screaming meals.
time after time, clement launched himself out of the water, tossing his hair back like an actor in some eighties movie (although if she was ever forced to choose between her boyfriend and dirty dancing-era patrick swayze, she was picking patrick swayze).
the pair were so different that nobody thought the relationship would work. clement was outgoing and always needed to be doing something, and y/n was soft and gentle, and would rather stay home with a book. in addition to these differences, they also had vastly different sex drives. clement could get it up whenever and wherever, whereas it took some time for y/n, and her libido was more responsive than clem's. but they made it work, even if it meant scheduling sex into their calendars at least once a month.
but watching clem in that swimming pool? oh yes, her body was very responsive to that.
clem ambled out of the pool, using his fingers to slick his hair back over his scalp. fingers that she suddenly wished were inside her as she choked on her glass of water.
he slipped onto the lounger next to her, and y/n wasted no time throwing one leg over his and resting her head against his damp chest.
“hey, darling. did you miss me that much?” Clem chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her softly.
she whispered his name softly, running her hand over his bare chest. “clem, i need you.”
“is this a now problem, or can it wait until we get home, love?” given the often erratic nature of their sex life, clement tried to avoid quickies when he could, as he would much rather take his time giving his lover the full princess treatment.
“havent quite figured that out yet.” y/n mumbled, kissing clems cheek before getting up from the lounger. “i do, however, need a stronger drink. care to come with?”
“anything for you, pretty lady.”
the couple walked hand in hand towards the poolhouse, giggling and laughing to each other as james and marcus gave each other a look.
it was rare that they were ever around a couple who loved each other as much as clement and y/n. marcus was taking bets on when they’d stop beating around the bush and get married to each other.
they slipped inside the pool house, which felt like a large living room and kitchen. clement went straight for the exotic fruit tray on the counter, popping a small chunk of pineapple into his mouth while his lover filled the blender with ice.
“want a bite?” clem offered, holding out a pineapple slice.
“sure.” y/n agreed, sliding the ice tray back into the freezer. “do you want a pina colada?”
“I’ll just steal yours.” clem shrugged as he lover leaned over the kitchen island, taking a bite out of the slice. “hang on just a second.” clem said softly, using the tips of his fingers to wipe up the pineapple juice that had dripped from y/n’s lips.
“did you get it all?” she asked, patting at the skin around her lips.
“yeah, i think so.”
and in a move that shocked them both, y/n leaned forward, gently taking her lovers fingertips into her mouth and sucking up the remainder of the pineapple juice.
clem’s eyes widened, his muscles tensing as a small jolt of arousal went through his veins.
“i didn’t want anything to go to waste.” she blushed, voice sweet as she tried to avert her eyes.
“that’s bold for you, sweetheart. but I dont mind it, dirty girl.”
clem didn’t miss the way that y/n tensed, a touch of panic in her eyes as she took a step back from the countertop- and her lover.
“we talked about this, clement. remember what I said about what I needed to feel safe in the bedroom?”
and clem felt like shit. he hated that he was the person making y/n feel like this. he was the first to admit that sometimes he got carried away when it comes to sex. but it had been a learning curve since he and y/n had taken their relationship to that stage. she was sweet and gentle and jaded. she needed to feel loved all the time, and that carried over to the bedroom.
for y/n, sex was intimate and vulnerable. the act carried a lot of emotions, and it wasn’t something that she took lightly.
“I’m so sorry, love.” his voice wavered as he watched y/n’s shaky hands take the cap off of the pina colada syrup. “i got a bit carried away, but you know that I love you, y/n. you are the apple of my eye, the most important thing in my life. and I would never do anything to embarrass you or make you feel anything less than perfect, in or out of the bedroom.”
“i know.” y/n exhaled, the bad feeling slowly leaving her stomach. this was still her sweet lover boy clement. her hands were steadier now as she poured a small serving of malibu into the blender. “I’m probably overreacting anyways.”
“sweetheart, you overreact about a lot of things. but never this. I’m glad that you told me before I crossed the line too far and did something that really made you feel uncomfortable.”
“come over to this side and hold me while I make us a drink, you big dork.”
grateful that things were back to the way they were supposed to be, clement crossed the island to pull y/n into his arms, gently placing a kiss to her shoulder as she started the blender.
this was the clement that she loved. the clingy, sweet, affectionate version of the driver that only she got to see.
“grab a glass, I’ll get the straws.”
“coming right up, pretty girl.” clement quipped, placing a cocktail glass on the counter for y/n to pour the slush into.
she placed both reusable straws in the glass before turning around and offering her lover a sip. with a childish grin, the frenchman dropped a small pink drink umbrella in the glass, and they both giggled.
“I love you.” she said softly, before taking a sip of the drink.
after she swallowed, clem leaned over the glass to kiss her softly, cradling her cheek in his hand. “you taste like coconut.”
“you’re so cheesy.” she laughed. “you’re going to have to try it, too.”
ever the golden retriever, clem took his own sip of the drink before kissing his girlfriend, cradling her body close.
“god this is strong. how much syrup did you put in.”
“enough.” y/n laughed “you taste like it too.”
“we’re awful.” clem laughed, placing the glass on the counter before scooping his lover into his arms and carrying her over to the indoor/outdoor couch.
“i know. but only in the way that old married couples are.” she laughed softly, holding hands with her boyfriend as he kissed up her leg.
one kiss. four kisses. three kisses.
i love you.
there were plenty of amazing things that clement novalak could do in the bedroom, but those little kisses in that exact sequence was her favourite. it was clements way of reminding her how loved she was.
he gently slipped his hands underneath the seam of her swimsuit bottoms, waiting for her signal before slipping the baby pink fabric off her skin, folding the garment gently before placing it on the couch.
“I love you, clement novalak.” she hummed, gently carding her fingers through clems hair as she rested her thighs on his shoulders.
“I love you, y/n y/l/n.” clement grinned before kissing her thigh one last time before he gently ran his tongue over her slit.
“oh, sweet jesus, that feels good.”
she could feel clement smile, the gentle tickle of his stubble against her skin as he shook his head, making his girlfriend giggle. a giggle that soon tapered into a moan as clem kissed her core, gently sliding his tongue inside her.
“that’s it, sweet girl. I just want you to feel so so good, honey. I love making you feel good, darling.”
———
back outside, lissie mackintosh seemed to be the only one who noticed that the couple were missing.
“it shouldn’t take almost an hour to make a pina colada.” the influencer mused. she had previously filmed episodes of screaming meals with the boys and had fostered a close friendship with marcus in the time since.
marcus and james exchanged a look before they both burst out laughing.
“you really think they went to get drinks?” james laughed. “they have drastically different sex drives, but when you’re around them long enough you realize that when she wants him, she really wants him.”
“I just wish they’d not do it in the pool house.” marcus scowled. “they’d better clean up after themselves.”
“what did we miss?” y/n laughed, her face still pink and a hickey beginning to form on her thigh as she and clem rejoined the party, hand in hand an inseparable from each other as he passed her the pina colada glass.
“I love you.” clem whispered with a smile, kissing her neck as he hugged her from behind. “I’m gonna marry you someday.”
“after I finish college, that way james doesn’t get the payout from the bet.” y/n laughed, kissing him softly. “I love you too.”
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Genius is nothing other than the ability to retrieve childhood at will.
Charles Baudelaire
Is this all there is to art? A kind of solipsism? An inability to get past the egoism of infancy?
In Fellini’s masterpiece 8+1/2 the answer seems to lie with unraveling the mysterious phrase ‘Asa Miso Nasa’. Up front I will admit the film is not easy to follow as it doesn't really have a great plot and it does feel like episodic that gives it a disjointed look. But that doesn't mean there are no grand narratives underpinning it because there is.
The film, released in 1963, is about a movie director named Guido. His latest project has stalled before filming has even begun. Played by the incomparable Marcello Mastroianni, Guido is suffering from anxiety and creative block. It’s no wonder. He has sown chaos in his love life, and his creative indecision is producing near-mutinous levels of angst among actors, agents and crew. But all of this is mere surface tumult. Guido is haunted by something deeper. Something to do with . . . what? His parents, his childhood, the Catholic church? Feelings of shame and bliss? Death? All he has to answer his question is the phrase 'Asa Miso Nasa' to unlock answers but something he doesn't quite get.
In many ways ‘Asa Miso Nasa’ is a red herring, a sort of wild goose chase to nowhere. Like "Rosebud" in Orson Welles' Citizen Kane, or the madeleine in Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time, "Asa Nisi Masa" is a Hitchcockian ‘MacGuffin’ - a convenient object upon which the plot turns. In Fellini’s film it’s used as a gateway to crucial memories of the central character - even though it is itself peripheral to the central story.
Fellini’s answer is, I think, with his apprehension that the urge to make art is connected to a time in our lives when we were lifted and carried about, lowered into baths, tucked into bed; when we first used our lips to suck and to kiss; when we flapped our arms and kicked our legs; or when we danced without unrestrained joy. In other words, when we felt ourselves to be unique in our childhood.
Why should that be so? James Fenton, the great poet and critic, provided a plausible answer, even if he was writing about something else.
“Because,” wrote Fenton - and here comes the part that Guido, the anxious, grown-up filmmaker, must reckon with - “there follows the primal erasure, when we forget all those early experiences, and it is rather as if there is some mercy in this, since if we could remember the intensity of such pleasure it might spoil us for anything else. We forget what happened exactly, but we know that there was something, something to do with music and praise and everyone talking, something to do with flying through the air, something to do with dance.”
Something Fellini-esque, you might say.
Art is more than a pathetic desire to revert to childhood bliss. It’s true that the self-centredness of great artists - and by no means just male artists - is bound up with their desire to find again the treasure in the corner of the childhood bedroom, and the only sound is the children’s chant: “Asa Nisi Masa.” But what do all artists want if not to be understood.
But here we run into a problem. For all the attention artists seek, there is a kind of shame for them in being “understood.” Being “explained” is never more than an inch from being “explained away,” rendered redundant, losing the vital quality that makes one unique. Their egos can't handle that. So we can never judge beauty in art if we limit ourselves to just the life and meaning of an artist. If anyone ever says they don't like this art because of this artist was not nice or was abusive or held questionable beliefs then they are either illiterate fools or as shallow as the unfunny Hannah Gadsby is about Picasso.
There is much, much more to art, which, at its best, is always about transcending solipsism and reaching for beauty.
For Roger Scruton, the great philosopher of aesthetics, “Beauty is an ultimate value - something that we pursue for its own sake, and for the pursuit of which no further reason need be given. Beauty should therefore be compared to truth and goodness, one member of a trio of ultimate values which justify our rational inclinations,” Scruton developed a largely metaphysical aspect to understanding standards of art and beauty. For Scruton, the purpose of art is to save the sacred - the beautiful.
For Scruton, beauty is wrapped up in his view of the sacred. The sacred begins with the fundamental nature of man as an end, not merely a means - here childhood memories are a means not an end. Scruton then, is able to apply this concept of ends to beauty. The ability to place meaning on things is what gives man his sacredness and makes him an end unto himself. The sacred gives us a glimpse into eternity, and provides man with the cure to his temporal misery. In a manner almost Platonic, Scruton describes the sacred as pulling man out of the world of things and into the transcendental realm. It is an attempt not so much to find a glimpse of our childhood so much as to find Eden again, even if only in a finite temporal way, and to “prefigure our eternal home.”
Thus, it is this sacred nature of ends, not means, that Scruton puts forth in his understanding of beauty. In this Scruton echoes those philosophers of that past. Some like the Greek philosopher, Plotinus, beauty is seen as an ultimate value, pursued for its own sake, and the way in which the “divine unity makes itself known to the soul.”
Beauty is the glue that holds cultures together. It transcends individual places and ages. Light shining through stained glass in the Notre-Dame Cathedral, the face of Mary in Michelangelo’s La Pietà, a Bach orchestral suite, or a Frederico Fellini film (and none more so than the playful but sublime 8+1/2). Our experiences of these things connect us to the experiences of so many others over the decades and centuries since their creation. The beauty links us with a sense of profoundness and awe.
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TBTSB Chapter 5 (Damian's POV)
This Gala could not get any worse.
First: A group of girls all decided to try their hand at touching him/ forcing eye contact. They were given a warning before they were escorted off the property.
Second: Grayson and Todd had started making bets with each other which never ends well at functions like these. So he left to find someone else to entertain him.
Third: Father and Drake were both greeting guests and he wanted no part in that so there went that idea.
Forth: Alfred and Cassandra were nowhere to be seen which, while unsurprising, was disappointing, to say the least.
And Final: A girl just ran into him and fell on her ass.
Again, this night could not get any worse.
“Oh my Kw-Gosh! I’m so sorry, I should have been paying attention!”
He places his now empty glass on a passing waiter's empty tray before extending a hand down to her.
What? Just cause he doesn’t like being touched doesn’t mean he’s a complete and utter asshole.
“It’s perfectly fine. I should have been paying more attention as well.”
She smiles gratefully as he pulls her up dusting herself off before meeting his eyes to, presumably thank him, before she freezes.
Both of them for that matter.
“Your eyes are beautiful. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like them.”
Her voice is barely a whisper, dancing softly in the voices surrounding them yet still crystal clear.
“If my eyes are beautiful then yours must dance on the edges of enchanting and divine.”
She blushes holding out to shake.
“It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Marinette.”
Taking her hand Damian bows low and presses a kiss to the back of it instead.
“My name is Damian, and I can assure you the pleasure is mine. Please enjoy the party.”
He straightens back up to see the guy behind her filming the interaction (mostly just her face).
Nodding to him Damian turns to walk away just to meet the gaze of his older brothers.
Both of them filming the interaction, Grayson with a happy smile on his face and Jason with a smug smirk and-
Wait a minute.
Their eyes aren’t grey.
Why aren’t their eyes grey?!
“Well then, Mari. Are you going to let me help name your future kids this time or do you want to do it yourself again?”
A strangled shriek and slap followed by several people laughing can be heard.
“Shut your face, Adrien!”
Damian meets Grayson's eyes from behind his phone to see obvious concern from the older boy.
Todd raises an eyebrow, looking plenty ready to go grab his brother and take him home. And, looking at his shaking hands, he understands their concern.
“You suck so mu- Woah! Adrien! Your eyes are so pretty!”
He distantly hears a snort from behind him as he starts to put the puzzle pieces together.
“Not as pretty as loverboy’s eye bet. Wait. Mari my eyes are green, you wouldn’t be able to see them unless-.”
Damian spins back around to face her at the same time, both having come to the same conclusion.
“I’m going to take a guess and say that we are thinking the same thing right now.”
Damian mutely nods his head, walking towards her and taking her arm, slowly looking her over for the signifying tattoo.
There, peeking out from the fabric of her low-hanging backless dress is part of the League of Assassins logo and the tip of a bird wing.
He taps her hip gently looking back up at her face.
“You didn’t happen to have a tattoo here before we met did you?”
She shakes her head no, slowly stretching her hands out for the lapels of his blazer.
“Is it alright if I check for yours?”
Nodding his consent she slowly unbuttons his shirt with one hand moving his Jacket aside with the other.
She doesn’t have to unbutton his shirt very far before she finds it.
A threaded sewing needle wrapped in an insect wing resting directly over his heart.
“I’m going to take another guess and say that this wasn’t here before, was it?”
She gently rests her hand over the tattoo looking back up to meet his eyes.
“No, it wasn’t.”
She smiles up at him gently and begins buttoning up his shirt once more.
Almost instantly he misses the warmth of her hand over his heart.
She places her hand back over his heart once she's done buttoning his shirt much to his delight and he places his hand on her hip, right on top of where he knows his mark rests.
She reaches up with her other hand to hold his cheek, staring into his eyes with wonder, marveling at the color as a soft smile lifts her lips.
“Mr. Wayne! Smile for the camera!”
Marinette and Damian turn as one in the direction of the shout, Marinette's hand falls from his face as she turns but their position doesn’t change much more than that.
Several flashes go off temporarily blinding the newly found soul-pair in an attempt to get the first scoop.
Security immediately runs over and starts forcing the paparazzi (that somehow got inside) out the doors as Damain’s family and Marinette’s (probably) friends surround them to limit the pictures they can take.
“I’m sorry about that, Marinette. I don’t know how they got in.”
She waves him off, nudging the blonde guy in the side.
“Kind of reminds me of when Paris thought I was Adrien's girlfriend and stalked us across the entire city. That was a fun day huh?”
‘Adrien’ groans, covering his eyes with a hand.
“I thought we agreed to never talk about that.”
She laughs, directly in his face.
A single sharp puff of air that she leans into his space to make.
“You said, you hoped, and then you pretended that we had that conversation and that I said yes.”
He sighs, electing to just stay quiet.
“So, is anyone going to explain what happened or should we start guessing and hope one of us is right?”
Everyone turns to the blonde girl leaning against the guy with blue-tipped hair.
“Right, okay, Damian, these are my friends Adrien Agreste, Chloe Bourgeois, Kagami Tsurugi, and Luka Coffaine-Stone. Kids, meet Damian.”
Damian turns to his family, decidedly ignoring the ‘kids’ part of the introduction.
“Marinette, these are my brothers Dick Grayson-Wayne, Jason Todd-Wayne, and Tim Drake-Wayne, I have another brother Duke but he didn’t want to come. One of my sisters Cassandra Cain-Wayne, Barbra, and Stephanie both decided to stay with Duke. Our grandfather Alfred, and my father Bruce Wayne. My stepmother also decided to stay home, her name is Selina Kyle-Wayne.”
Marinette nods to his father about to say something before Todd interrupts her.
“Yeah it’s nice to know your names and all but why are you two still clinging onto each other?”
Marinette Looks at their position realizing that they still have their hands resting over the other's soulmark.
With a fierce blush, she reluctantly pulls away to just stand at his side.
“We’re soulmates.”
Damian nods along with her words gently taking hold of her hand and lacing their fingers together.
It's strange, everyone had always told him that when he finally found her that it would feel like finding a piece of himself that he didn’t even know he was missing but it doesn’t feel like that at all.
There was no missing puzzle piece or newfound feeling of wholeness. There didn’t need to be. He had always been whole, it just felt like he could be better than he was before.
“Congrats, Mari. I guess this means you can finally see green now huh?”
The one with blue-tipped hair- Luka, grabbed her attention from his brothers who had taken to passing money between themselves and slapping each other repeatedly on the arms.
“Yeah! I can see green now-...”
Damian turned his attention back to Marinette when she froze up her eyes going wide.
“I can see green now! Holy sh- wait a minute.”
She starts to run away from him before turning back, grabbing his collar, pulling him down to her, and pressing a kiss to his cheek.
“I’ll be right back.”
She darts off towards the gardens again, leaving a stunned (and blushing) Damian in her wake.
He finally snaps out of his daze to his brother's loud laughter, and a hand shaking his shoulder.
He takes off after her, jogging slightly in an attempt to catch up.
“You can’t just do that , Marinette.”
As he chases her throughout the garden, trying to catch her as she practically floats from one spot to another he can’t help but think that he can see himself falling for her.
He’s going to fall for the bitch that stole blue.
And he’s not even mad about it.
Come Find Me In The Maribat Discord!<3
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✧ ˚ · . DL;DR - this fic is not meant for anyone under the age of 18 as it contains the following: dark subject matter/ writer has never written dark filth before, dub-con -ie, you want it to start with but you're scared by the end, knifeplay, mentions of blood/biting, bondage, tit-fucking, home porno/sex tape, unprotected pinv, dacryophilia, name-calling, threatening behavior, choking, rough sex, oral sex, body fluids ( blood, just a little and semen), references to murder / murderous thoughts -because a psychopath doesn't just magically stop being one because he's railing you and a poorly executed roleplay situation / sexual situation between two people -hey they remembered to use a safeword.. If any of this makes you squeamish, do.not.read. I'm not kidding. This is darker than I tend to get, I haven't ever tried dark fic before and i don't know how I feel about it.. writer does not give permission for her works to be reposted, with or without permission. ✧ ˚ · .
prompt eight - on camera ( sequel to the virginity prompt )
character | fandom - charlie walker | scream movie series
reader | original character - female reader, girlfriend & non -or vague, description.
words - roughly 3378k
tagging -<taglist here >
✧ ˚ · . a heated makeout turned x-rated home movie. yeah, it's safe to say charlie's corrupted you at this point. but will you turn to the dark side indefinitely or will this be your wake-up call?✧ ˚ · .
─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆. ───
It all starts innocently enough. Things are getting heated, you are down to your favorite black lace bra and panties, Charlie is down to his boxers, the black silk ones. His breath warm against your ear as he groaned your name over and over like a prayer, rutted into you with reckless abandon.
He stops and raises up, pulling away from you just slightly. As he stares down at you, you pout up at him. ❝ Something wrong, baby?❞ you ask quietly. You attempt to pull him down on top of you all over again. He shakes his head, laughs softly and leans back down, settling himself on top of you all over again. Lips dancing distracted against warm,soft skin.
❝ You trust me, right?❞ bright blue eyes fix on you, intent. Waiting. You laugh quietly and bite your bottom lip as the laughter dies away and you begin to pick up on the fact that he’s seriously expecting an answer. ❝ Well, yeah.. I mean.. Wait, why are you asking me this,hm?❞ you question, pulling away from him a little to really look at him when he leans in, tries to distract you by sucking on your neck.
That’s not going to work this time.
❝ I wanna..❞ he’s gasping, you’ve slipped your hand down the front of his boxers and you’re pumping his cock. He bites his lip, his head falls back. His hand lowers, unwrapping your hand from him. You pout to yourself, look up at him with a brow raised. ❝ Yeah? What do you wanna do, baby?❞
He laughs. The sound is deep, a rumble risen up from his chest. Blue eyes flit you, it’s almost predatory, you think to yourself, the way he looks at me most of the time. Like I’m his prey. But the thought is quickly shoved out of your head, cast aside in favor of getting to the bottom of whatever he’s trying to ask.
He raises a hand, that hand catches in his hair and he tugs at it a little, frustrated. The idea’s been plaguing him for weeks now. He’s gotten to a point where it’s all he can think about anymore.
Recording the two of you having sex so that he can watch it, he can see you, nude and coming undone pinned beneath him, anytime he wants. He wants to push the boundaries. See how far you’re willing to go for him.
❝ I wanna film.. Y’know.. Us.❞ Charlie gestures to the video camera sitting on his nightstand in frustration when the words hang,get caught up and refuse to come as easily as he’d like them to. At first, you’re confused. He can look down at you and tell. ❝ Nevermind.❞ he starts to backtrack, thinking maybe it was a dumb idea after all, but you shake your head. ❝ N-no.. No, I’d.. I wanna.❞ you speak up, pulling him down into you, dragging your tongue over the spot on his neck that you know drives him crazy. He shivers, rutting himself into you all over again, clumsier. Your answer still hasn’t processed.
❝ Wait.. Were you being serious?❞ he asks a few seconds later as he frees you from the confines of your bra. You look up at him, eyes so full of trust and adoration. He can’t help but feel a flutter, small and fleeting and buried deep underneath the nothingness that’s a constant.
❝ Yeah.❞ you answer, ❝ Yeah, I think I was. I.. there’s actually something I wanted to ask you too..❞
He chuckles quietly. It’s probably something innocent, he thinks, only to blink in surprise when the next thing to come out of your mouth is you asking if he’ll try choking you.. Talking a little dirtier and pulling your hair.
Apparently, you’ve been reading one of your novels again and there’s a specific scene in it that did it for you. He listens to you carefully as you list out what you’re willing to try.
❝ Babe..❞ he caresses your cheek, rutting into you harder so you can feel what your detailed fantasy is doing to him. Then he’s quiet, looking at you in hesitation. ❝ Are you sure?❞ he asks, because some of the stuff you’re willing to try just doesn’t sound like you’ll actually enjoy it.
Not you, his sweet little thing.
But the pedestal he’s held you on since the two of you started dating is crashing down now.
You nod. You plead, adding the caveat that if it makes him uncomfortable, maybe you two could agree to a safeword.
❝ You’re sure..❞ he questions again for a sixth time. Oh I'll definitely enjoy this. But I don't think she realizes what she's gotten into. - the thought comes, it's closely accompanied by mental imagery, you tied up with panties stuffed into your mouth and totally at his mercy.
You nod, little to no hesitation on your end of the conversation. You can't help but think about how fun it'll be, pretending to be his helpless victim, letting him do whatever he wants. It's been all you can think about for weeks.
You pull his mouth against your own as you grab him by the wrist and guide his hand down into your panties. ❝Does that feel like I’m not sure or I don’t wanna do this, baby?❞ and he chuckles. Sliding a finger between your folds, pulling you into a biting kiss as soon as he feels the way you shiver, your tits against his chest as you arch yourself up into him just to get closer.
❝ Charlie, please?❞ you beg.
He chuckles, pulling away from you to reach out for the nightstand. ❝ We’re really doing this.❞
You nod, wavy hair bouncing. ❝ The safeword is pizza?❞
Charlie mulls it over, nodding in agreement. As he turns the camcorder over in his hands, he takes a deep breath. Because you’re completely unaware that some of the things you’ve just begged him to do are things he’s secretly fantasized about. It's gonna feel so fucking good to tie her up, choke her while I fuck that pretty little pussy until she's begging me to stop. - he thinks, clenching his hand at the thought of wrapping it around your throat. Squeezing until there's fear in your eyes.
❝Right. Pizza❞ - he’s doing a very good job at pretending to be wary about all of this but deep down, he can’t wait.
His eyes settle on the knife’s tip, just barely peeking out from beneath the dresser where he stashed it the night before. I can’t kill her. I’ve tried once already, look where that wound up. I now have a girlfriend. - the thought is followed closely by another, And I can’t let her figure out how twisted I’m willing to get or how much I enjoy it, either. Not yet.
But the thought of dragging the edge of the sharp blade up and down the butter soft skin inside your thighs is beyond tempting, the thought of biting down into that skin until he nearly draws blood, even more tempting.. You told him you wanted to try this. You’re aware of what you’re getting yourself into. You agreed on a safeword.
He’s just a little concerned he won’t be able to hold back if that dark side surfaces.
❝ Guess I should set up the camera…❞ he muses quietly, still shocked you even want to try this in the first place.
He slips off the bed and makes his way over to the dresser, placing the camcorder onto it after he’s checked the battery life and turned it on to start recording. While he’s standing there, he finds two old ties in his sock drawer and he turns them over in his hands, staring at them for a second or two.
You did say something about the guy in your book tying up his girl…Among other things, he thinks to himself.
He makes his way back over to the bed and since you've taken it upon yourself to sit up, he shoves you back down. The small recorder in his hand is sat upon the dresser as he focuses bright blue eyes on you.
A shiver races through your body as you stare up at him, gulping.
The solemness usually found in your boyfriends gaze is absent, replaced by something you can't figure out. Something that manages to both turn you on and scare you in equal measure.
Your breath hangs in your throat as he binds your hands to the headboard. The kiss he gives is rough. You can feel his teeth nip roughly at your lower lip and his hand slides up your wet inner thigh. With a light smack to your sensitive sex, he chuckles into your mouth. The sound is dark and dangerous as he pulls away from your face and stares down at you thoughtfully.
❝ Look at you, pretty little thing.. all alone, tied up and totally at my mercy.❞ he moves onto the bed, thick cock sliding between the valley of your breasts, tit-fucking you as he reaches back without breaking the gaze and thin fingers bury in your tight cunt, fucking into you just slow enough that you shiver all over and plead for his cock.
❝ Maybe if you show me just how much you'd like to survive..❞ his cock is thrusting between your tits a little faster now, his fingers forcefully shoved deep inside you. He growls quietly and this is followed by a sinister laugh. ❝ I don’t feel your mouth on me yet, sweetheart. And..❞ he trails off, ❝ you're so wet right now I'm starting to think you like being used…do you?❞ he asks, pulling slick coated fingers out of your cunt to grip your jaw and make you lock eyes with him as soon as he realizes that of course, he's barely done anything yet and of course you're such a helpless romantic and free with your overadoration that you're fuck-dumb, incoherent and whining for it already.
Just grab her neck and snap it.
But he knows he won't. Can't. If he couldn't kill you the night you saw him while he was slipping out that sluts window when he killed her, he has a feeling that he won't be able to do it now. He's lucky you haven't quite put two and two together just yet or spilled what you saw that night if you have somehow. Keeping you close these past months has been his way to keep a handle on the situation.
❝ Is that what you want? You wanna let me use you? Are you my own little fuck-toy, pretty girl? Answer me.❞ he commands as the hand gripping your jaw slips down. The way your heart hammers like it's going to beat right out of your chest has him getting even harder. Just the thought that he might be scaring you a little is making him harder by the second.
He moves over you a little better, now the pretty pink tip of his cock is pushed against your lips as he thrusts his hips.
❝ Open up. C'mon,❞ he grunts, gruff and commanding, ❝ Suck my cock, pretty girl. ❞
Your lips part, saliva drizzles out the corner of your mouth. You’re wetter than you've been since the two of you entered into a sexual relationship. But deep down, there's a small part of your brain that screams you need to run. Far and fast.
Of course, you're not even remotely interested in entertaining that thought. His cockhead strikes the back of your throat as he thrusts against your open mouth. You whine around the thickness, dripping wet.
❝ Tell me whose little fuck doll you are, pretty girl. Tell the camera who's cock is hitting the back of your throat right now.❞ he chuckles and it's sinister. ❝ Oh, right. Can't talk with your mouth full, can ya?❞
❝ – oh fuck fuckfuckfuck ❞ you cry out as your body clenches beneath his, you're fighting off an orgasm that feels like it just might shatter you entire, ❝ Charlie, please, ❞ you gasp out as he pulls his cock out of your mouth and slips off the bed, wandering over to his dresser in the corner. Dim lighting overhead glints off something he's picked up. As you whine and beg for him to come back, he turns to face you.
That glimmer the light picked up on? A big, sharp knife.
He makes his way back over to you. You’re gulping again because he looks too calm, a little too comfortable holding the knife and there's something too familiar about the way he handles it. You just can't pinpoint why it feels that way.
Meanwhile, the thudthudthud thud of your own heart is drowning out the other quiet noises around you. You're dripping, a puddle forming against the sheets on his bed making heather navy even darker. I shouldn't be so wet right now, you think, what's wrong with me? He brings out a knife and my pussy throbs. - you shove it down. You are the one who pleaded and begged to act out your favorite scene from a filthy book, on camera. You opened Pandora's box, you're not going to back out now…right?
He chuckles quietly. Sits down the knife atop the nightstand nearby, knife making a metallic clank against the hard wood surface.
❝ Relax.❞ he demands, gripping your throat as he leans down into you, fingers squeezing light. ❝ I won't use that if you don’t make me… Give me what I want and everything will be fine.❞
And you swallow hard. There's a small part of you that is still in fight or flight, but on the other hand, the thought of cold metal pressed against your hot flesh just..does something.
It makes you feel alive. And you’re still struggling because you know deep down that it's 'wrong'. This shouldn't be turning you on to the point it is, the way you whine and whimper and try to work your wrists free from restraint as he holds down your hips and bites a trail right up the inside of doughy thighs. His nose bumps your sex and you whine when he breathes in the scent of your arousal deeply. His tongue buries inside, thrusting, swirling, licking up the mess that paints a sheen on soft skin.
Then, out of nowhere, a sharp stinging pain that somehow still feels way too damn good. You squeak in pain, the sound followed by a needy whine when Charlie abandons licking you clean, pausing for a few seconds to stare up at you, just a little blood at the corner of his mouth. When he licks his lips, you whine. Your heart is pounding. This whole pretend scenario has been way too easy for him and deep down, you know that. It shouldn't have been. He shouldn't have been so comfortable with saying the things he's said or doing the things he's done.
Then he's back at it, fingers and tongue buried inside your sex, driving you closer and closer to the edge only to stop completely at the last second.
You feel tears stinging at your eyes and you feel it when just as he's starting to give your cunt the attention you're craving and your body tenses up, you're so damn close, he stops. Looks up at you from his spot between your thighs and removes his hand from its place on your hip and he caresses your face. Laughing quietly. ❝ Aw. Gonna cry now, pretty girl? Gonna cry for me? Its so fucking hot when y' beg and cry. Go on.❞ he smirks, ❝It’s so hot when you’re crying.❞
You try to work your wrists against the ties around each of them because you’re dying to touch him, to get a grip on anything in the hopes that it’ll take the edge off. He chuckles against your sensitive sex, lips latching against your clit. His lips turn to teeth though and when he bites down, this sends a jolt through you and you moan his name over and over.
❝ So fucking pretty, all tied up for me..❞ Charlie mutters, dazed. He pulls away from your pussy to stare up at you. This is gonna be fucking hot to watch later. - the thought comes and he chuckles to himself, working his way up your body. His thick cock slips between throbbing folds, teasing at entry. ❝ I’m gonna use you.❞ he mutters. But the soft way he touches you contradicts what he’s saying, yet it somehow doesn’t at the same time. You arch yourself up into him and whine in need as he teases at entry again. His hand settles around your throat, giving a light squeeze at first.
His grip tightens a little more when he sinks into you deeper. You gasp and he chuckles. ❝ It’d be so easy, y’know?❞ he mutters, smooth as silk against the shell of your ear. You moan ❝ W-what would?❞once you feel him ease up just barely on the amount of pressure he’s applying.
❝ To kill you, pretty girl. You’re all tied up. You’re at my mercy right now..❞
You whine and rock yourself upward, meeting his thrusts eagerly as he buries himself deep inside you. His words are still sitting heavy in your mind. Not heavy enough to stop this and say it’s gone too far and you’re starting to get scared, heavens no. His arm reaches for the nightstand and your eyes widen when you see his hand settle on the sharp knife. Charlie chuckles quietly. ❝ Wanna use our word yet, pretty girl?❞ he's almost taunting you when he asks the question.
Every part of you is torn. You want to shout your safeword at the top of your lungs -and then you want to get as far as you can from the guy, but deep down, at the same time, you’re too turned on. You feel too alive right now. And you do trust him. He’d never intentionally hurt you… right?
The knife’s unsharpened side is pressed against your skin and he fucks into you a little faster, a little more roughly as cold metal presses against hot skin. Your pulse is racing and you’re unsure whether it’s fear or the fact that you’re so turned on.
His cock smashes against your cervix roughly and he’s growling your name. The bite mark on your inner thigh is burning, friction making barely broken skin irritated. ❝ Relax.❞ he mutters, slowing down to look down at you. He presses the unsharpened side of the knife against you just a little harder, ❝ If I were going to hurt you, I’d have done it already.❞
And he’s not lying, either. If he were going to hurt you, he would have done it much earlier, the first time he choked you. The knife raises and your heart starts to pound. You struggle for a second, torn between how good each deep thrust feels and fear, true primal fear. You're tearing up, you don't realize it until you feel a teardrop roll down your cheek.
The knife slices through the ties keeping your wrists bound. You take a ragged breath. He wouldn't hurt me, you try to tell yourself, this is Charlie Walker. I've known him since 4th grade. He wouldn't hurt me. But there's a part of you that's starting to wonder. He looks just a little too at ease, that knife looks just a little too comfortable in his hands. And the things he's saying to you, most importantly, the bit where he pointed out how easy it'd be to kill you and how your life is in his hands right now.. Those are still lingering. But this feels too good, it's hot and despite your nagging fears, this is the most alive you've ever felt. And maybe, you think to yourself, maybe that's another reason I'm not comfortable. Maybe it's because this feels too good to me and I know it shouldn't.
❝ It’s not as much fun with your hands tied, pretty girl.❞ he tells you, a voice velvety and smooth against the shell of your ear. You whine a little and he chuckles. The knife settles back on the nightstand with a soft thud. Your hands are all over him immediately, nails rake up and down his back. He growls against your neck as his teeth graze against soft skin.
He’s almost tempted to take another bite. The way your pulse is racing right now and you’re so responsive. So needy. Those two elements are driving him feral.
When his teeth sink into your neck and you feel the sharp stinging pain, you squeal again because you’re caught off guard. Charlie feathers a gentle kiss over the surface wound and chuckles quietly. ❝ Did you think I wasn’t going to mark what belongs to me, pretty girl?❞ he questions, his hips stammering. Your pussy clamps around him so tight. It feels too damn good. And he didn’t think you could get any wetter, yet you have. ❝ You’re so goddamn wet. Admit it.. you like it when I use you.❞ he groans out as he starts to fuck into you, a hand settling on your hip with a bruising grip to keep you still.
He wants you to lie there and take it. Just the thought that he holds your life in his hands right now is the ultimate high for him. ❝ Lay here and take it. Be a good little blow up doll, pretty girl.❞ he nips at your ear as he says it, ❝ I’m gonna fuckin cum, pretty girl...❞ he groans out, your own orgasm has your body racked with tension, aching all over because he’s pushed you into and pulled you out of it so many times by this point that you’re begging, pleading with him to let you cum, your pleas seem to be falling on deaf ears until he growls against your neck ❝ So fuckin close… You gonna come with me, pretty girl?❞
No further coaxing is needed, and even though you feel like everything you've just done was 'wrong' somehow, even though you know you shouldn't want to cum or want him so bad, your orgasm smashes into you, leaving you weak and clinging to him as he fucks you through it, staring down at you because the fucked out look in your eyes is the hottest thing he’s ever seen. He falls to the bed beside you, panting and tired, pale skin flushed pink.
You lie there, staring at the ceiling. Now that the fog is clearing, you’re realizing something. It was way too easy for him to do what you asked him to do. And those two times he bit you hard enough to draw blood, the smile after he watched blood trickle from the wounds were the only two genuine smiles you can ever remember seeing from him.
This is at least a little unsettling for you.
Charlie pulls you closer and you let him, but you’re tense in his arms. He can feel the second your mood shifts. He raises up to look down at you. ❝ You okay?❞ he asks, pressing soft kisses to your skin as his hand skims over your body. ❝ You want me to do anything?❞ he asks, staring at you as he tries to gauge your current mood.
❝ Y-yeah.❞ you stammer out after a second or two of staring up at him, ❝ I’m fine. You.. you don't have t' do anything.❞ you try to force a smile when you look at him, but you keep circling back to the things he said. The way he seemed to show more emotion now, with this 'role' you had him take on than he's shown in the entire time you've known him.
When he pulled out the knife.. you think to yourself, that's the first time I've ever seen his smile reach his eyes in the entire time I've known him. It was scary.
It’s a lie. You're not fine. You know it and he knows it. And he takes a deep breath and rubs the bridge of his nose. ❝ I tried to tell you this was a bad idea...❞ and you nod in agreement. His stomach churns because he’s starting to realize that he might just have to kill you after all…
And it’s not something he necessarily wants to do. It’s not something he can do, he’s tried once before.
But I’m not losing her, either, he thinks to himself, she belongs to me now. One way or another. Dead or alive.
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Did you get to choose the new team or was it the studio?
Yes, no.
Have you had conversations with Marvel about their plans for the guardians now that you’re done?
Yes
Are there any deleted scenes with Llyla, Rocket, Floor, and Teef?
No.
Did you ever consider inserting any other Marvel characters to cross over into this picture?
No
Is there a reason Quill didn't have his helmet in Guardians 3?
It’s in his desk drawer in Knowhere. He had to get out of there fast as you know!
Is there an in-universe explanation as to why Quill’s ditched his helmet and rocket boots?
They have jet packs. The rocket boots comparatively suck. That's like cheap shit you get in the intergalactic version of Radio Shack. And Chris could never have done those amazing hallway moves with a helmet on.
Was there a plan for a new helmet design for Star-Lord (the classic design would’ve been cool)?
No.
In the scene where Rocket and Groot are dancing, was that you and your brother on set?
Yes
I was VERY curious on how Drax knew the JOOB JOOB but Mantis didn’t being Ego’s translator?
Drax knew the language from his childhood. It's not in anyone's translators.
Why did no one understand, or acknowledge the language on Counter-Earth not being recognized by their translators?
It's a cloistered culture. It would be normal not to have their Humanimal language in the translators.
Was the line always going to be “I love you guys” or did you have other options?
No
Was there any consideration given towards giving the one spoken “F***” in the movie to Groot?
Consideration? Sure.
Was redesigning Howard The Duck your idea?
Yes. I've redesigned him on every movie because I've never been satisfied and we were rushed the first couple times. I'm happier now.
Did you ever think about giving Howard the Duck a bigger role in these movies (just asking because he’s my favorite Marvel Character)?
Yes.
Does your average MCU earthling know that the Guardians of the Galaxy exist?
No
Was Miley Cyrus not able to reprise her role from Guardians 2? Was that the same character?
Yes. Yes.
James is Adam Warlock single?
Yes
Has Grandpa Quill heard about Peter’s world-saving adventures already?
No.
Does Peter Quill’s grandfather know about Ego?
No
Was there an actual dog playing Cosmo or was that CGI?
No, yes.
Was the Eagle in the cage an Eagly reference? Or just an Eagle?
That was actually the real Eagly.
Can Groot grow a new body very quickly now?
Yes.
Will there be Vol 4?
No.
Will there ever be a director’s cut of the trilogy?
Yes (the trilogy as is is the Director's Cut)
Do you want to do an extended version?
No.
Does Guardians 3 have an alternate ending planned?
No.
Will there be a longer cut of the film that has more Michael Rosenbaum in it?
No
Will there be a commentary version of this film?
Yes
As early as when you were making GOTG 1, did you already have ideas on where Vol 2 and 3 would go that eventually made it in the final films? Or were your initial ideas totally overhauled along the way?
Yes, no.
Did you have to fight/negotiate hard with Disney to have all of those dark scenes? Or were the pretty open to your final vision?
No. Yes.
Was it difficult writing Gamora’s arc in Vol 3, knowing Infinity War was going to kill her off?
No.
Nebula's arm is the Bucky's arm from Holiday Special??
No. It's way better.
I saw you mentioned Annihilus as a possible villain for Vol 3. Was he also going to be a candidate for Rockets creator?
Yes.
Does Rocket keep in contact with Thor?
No.
Is there a super big, deeply-hidden Easter egg like the first one?
Yes.
Did Bradley do all the young Rocket voice work too?
No (Noa Raskin is baby Rocket, Sean Gunn is Young Rocket)
Since Halfworld isn't a thing in the MCU (I guess this is what you retconned out from the 1st movie) does that mean Rocket isn't a halfworlder in the MCU, right?
You could consider Halfworld a more intergalactic name for Counter-Earth.
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I wish paleontologists didn’t get rid of the old theory records.
DNI
After I showed my friend Primal last month I decided to show her the dinosaur/Rite of Spring segment of Fantasia and afterwards we ended up getting into a conversation about Paleontology and how theories have changed over the years.
One of the little factoids people throw around about the RoS segment of Fantasia is that the reason we see the dinosaurs wandering the desert and slowly starving to death instead of getting wiped out by a meteor is because the film was made before that was a widely accepted and proven theory.
Supposedly (I’ll get back to the supposedly) when the film was released the biggest theory was that a world-wide drought happened for whatever reason (again, I’ll get back to this) and because of that, all the big herbivores and carnivores died slowly as the food chain wasted away from the ground up.
The thing is I can’t fact check if that’s real or read about that theory because it’s literally fucking impossible to find those theory papers or journals because they just. Don’t easily exist on the internet. No one that I found thought to scan those in or release them to the modern public.
And every decade or so BBC or the Discovery Channel or Animal Planet will produce and publish some new dinosaur documentary with ✨brand new graphics✨ and ✨the most accurate info ever✨ and will pull all the old stuff from circulation and that SUCKS!!!
Like yeah, I loved seeing the Carnataur dance like a tropical bird in Dinosaur Planet, but now the only way for me to watch my favorite dinosaur documentary, Plant Dinosaur (man, BBC doesn’t have a lot of naming idea for Dino docs,) is in segments on YouTube that could get copyright strikes any day now even though there’s literally no legal way to consume it anymore so BBC wouldn’t actually make any money off it.
I don’t care if Disney animated the T-Rex standing upright with its tail dragging on the ground. I don’t care if a plesiosaur skull got stuck on its ass instead of it’s neck. I know it’s all incorrect and science has evolved but I want to watch it evolve.
At this point it kind of feels like human history is going the way of the dinosaur. There’s entire libraries of old studies now that are just lost to time because they’ve since been proven wrong and that sucks! This is the intersection of anthropology and paleontology and it barely exists now aside from a few rumors without anything to back it up.
Tl;Dr: Even if a scientist got it wrong, they shouldn’t toss out their journal. Some people will still want to see their work.
(EDIT 08/09/2022: SO this actually isn't up to the paleontologists but more about copyright law and the lack of time and funding that goes into paleontology! If you live near a museum or university some journals might still be around but online it's kind of slim pickings for accessible stuff aside from websites like Internet Archive.
And I also made it sound like I was blaming paleontologists for pulling docuseries and while that wasn't what I meant, I'm still sorry I wasn't clear! That's more of a corporation and copyright thing but at this point I don't think there's much of an excuse for something not to be on a streaming service.)
#Rosie Rambles#Listen I just really like dinosaurs ok#Like ever since I was a little little kid#And I want to know more about their history with humans!!!#Dinosaurs#Paleontology#Anthropology#Fantasia#Genndy Tartakovsky’s Primal
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I had no idea that Tolkien fans were so nasty and racist.
Any time I try to look up any information about Rings of Power, comment sections are overwhelmed by racist freaks. I swear to fucking god, these people don't have anything worse going on in their lives other than a film studio hiring a Puerto Rican to portray an elf or a black English woman to play a dwarf. (Even Isildur is too ethnic for some of these fans. Like jfc, so sorry he's not a WASP.)
What blows my mind is the sheer number of complaints, just about each one of them starting with, "I'm not racist but..." and ending with this rant insisting that Tolkien wanted all of his fictional little magic characters to be white. (Ok. Fair enough. He probably DID envision them all as white. He's a dead guy who was born in the fucking 1800's.)
Lol. "I'm not racist but I can't stop obsessing over the hobbits' skin color!" Jesus christ.
1. I'm currently re-reading the Silmarillion and nowhere does it explicitly state that everyone must be Caucasian.
2. There are numerous citations about some people actually having darker skin (e.g. harfoots).
3. The people who are screaming, "But this is OUR contemporary European mythology! Stop shoehorning black people into it!" Newsflash: there are black Europeans, assholes. Born and raised in your fucking countries. They know no other culture aside from --whichever country they gotta put up with your shit in. (Yes, my grammar sucks. Fuck off.) Why the hell do you act like these people do not exist?
I can't say the USA is any better with these attitudes, but I thank the fucking stars for having visibly outspoken, politically active African American women to keep our bullshit in line.
Imagine being a woman or a POC (or both) and anytime you apply for a job, audition for a role, or enter into any sort of competition and actually win based on your talents/skills, just around the corner there's a legion of assholes screaming that you were only picked because of tokenism. Imagine going through life being told over and over that your effort means nothing and that anytime you succeed at any given thing, you're just being pandered to. And imagine that the people saying this shit to you are pretending to be on YOUR side. And imagine, just for a moment, that these same people happily watch white guy after white guy walk into success and never ever question if whether or not their white guy peers are playing favorites -- because surely those people are impartial in all of their decision making. (Did they pick a white guy? It's an impartial choice! Did they pick a black lady? WOKE BULLSHIT PANDERING::blood erupts from esophagus::)
Imagine all of that, then go take a nice big shit in your garage.
Also, this uruk hai is totally gonna eat this little boy. Off topic, really. The pic is just there to get your attention.
Between the nasty backlash of Sandman and Rings of Power, complete with death threats and everything, I have to say this takes me back to the uprising of Gamergate.
They performed all of these same hate rituals, but aimed squarely at women in gaming. Zoey Quinn caught the brunt of it -- people even figured out her father's home phone number and made threatening calls to him.
I remember Anita Sarkeesian would have to cancel expos due to bomb threats.
These are typically the actions of some subhuman demographic, mostly male, aged 20's to 50's, typically white (not always) and either straight or profoundly closeted. Politically... they tend to think of themselves as freedom lovers, but at the root of their ideologies, you'll find stagnant traditionalism dancing in rhythm with contemporary neo-conservatism. Freedom for them, not for anyone else.
These are the people who don't want women to design video games, they don't want black/hispanic/Indian folks in their TV shows except as forgettable side characters, and they don't want the gays. Never ever with the gays. (And anything beyond "gay" doesn't exist in their minds. It's made up.)
I remember all this back in 2014. They review bombed games, in fact. They were a bunch of keyboard warriors for the most part. They eventually lost, because now we have a more diverse gaming industry. Most of them can only find their male gaze fixations with the big-tittied anime girls in obscure JRPG's pumped out by Japan, China, and Korea -- at best.
They're just scum. They really are. And they hate change. And they're cowards.
#rings of power#lord of the rings#lotr fandom#lotr#rop#the hobbit#neil gaiman sandman#sandman#neil gaiman#black feminism#african american#feminism#feminist#blm blacklivesmatter#hispanic#india#bipoc#women#video games#gamergate#gaming
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Alexy HCs that make sense to me
Obs¹: Those may not make sense to everyone but in my heart they do.
Obs²: english isn't my first language.
Alexy has an attachment-avoidant way, even though he's deeply scared of being abandoned;
Listens to Arca, Bjork, Dorian Electra, Kim Petras, etc;
Alexy and Castiel follow each other in lastfm and discuss about music;
Alexy had and ed atsp;
Would love to keep a bird as a pet;
Loves some tea, the boy's a professional gossiper;
Was once pretty active on stantwt;
Alexy was diagnosed with adhd as a kid;
He has an ethical aquiline nose, he's ethnically Ashkenazi;
SNAKE BITES PIERCING !
He was an indie kid in 2020;
He has an surprising amount of guys in his dms;
Always gets lots of chocolate and letters at Valentines Day;
Makes kanji stuff;
Some of their traits are completely opposite;
Alexy is kind of popular on tiktok, twitter and instagram, a niche celebrity I'd say;
Has loooots of sanrio stuff, his fav is cinnamon roll;
Smokes socially;
Alexy doesn't decline a blunt and is pretty chill when high;
Loves gin drinks;
Even though he had some experience, Kentin was the first time Alexy truly fell in love;
Stans kpop girl groups, absolutely loves twice and Momo is his utt;
Eats everyone out while playing just dance;
Likes horror movies like every queer, even though he's easily scared;
Halloween enthusiast;
Collects cds and vinyls;
Low-key attracted to vampires;
Besides them canonically painting their toenails due to fear of society's reaction, I believe that they don't gaf and loves to paint their nails;
His notebook is full of doodles, he finds it hard to not move and pay attention at class;
Loves thrifting!
Big ego, low self-esteem, belives no one will ever fall in love with him;
Easily feels like a burden;
Suffered bullying due to being adopted, neurodivergent and gay;
Low-key into astrology;
He sucks at math, physics, chemistry, etc but is a literature, history and sociology enthusiast;
Finds himself kind of dumb due to his lack of concentration;
Easily mistaken as a girl due to their androgynous look;
Is always laughing alone at the jokes their inside voice tells them;
Can be melancholic and depressive sometimes;
Plays Mario Cart with Armin;
As a teenager, he often was his male friend's first gay experience;
Has self-destructive acts related to sex, self-harm, ed and social isolation;
Besides being a cis man, Alexy goes by he/they and sometimes she/her as a joke;
Lets his hair grow ever since he was a kid and would throw a tantrum whenever his parents tried to cut it;
Lana stan;
Sh scars in his tighs;
Was kind of a teenage dirtbag;
Spicy headcanons (they're 18 in hsl and an adult in ul and ll)
Switch but mostly bottoms;
Lost their V card at 17;
Def a sub and a brat even though he finds boring to follow roles;
Always up to experimenting;
Done it outside, gave a handjob under the table, gave head while the guy was driving, etc;
Helped a friend who owns an onlyfans acc letting the friend film him while doing the deed;
Likes a little pain;
Rope bunny;
Low-key into older men or "daddies";
Sometimes, he uses sex as a coping mechanism;
Have been the "little secret" of some straight guys;
That's it, thanks for reading!
#mcl#cdm#amordoce#amoursucre#amor doce#alexy#headcanon#cdm Alexy#mcl alexy#hcs#hsl#my candy love#corazon de melon#beemoov#amor doce armin#amor doce castiel#mcl high school life#mcl hsl#amor doce Alexy#amour sucre kentin
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Now that we are seeing an uptick in jealous nandor in season 5 do you have any new headcannons for the wwdits au
omg yessss thank you so much for asking.
i think that nancy would turn steve tbh. they get close because nancy starts the nightclub like nadja does, but instead of basically ruining everything like in the show, nancy just loses interest and decides to sell the place and it becomes a pizza parlor or a deli or something basic and very new york lol. (the new owners can’t figure out why the previous owners added red food coloring to the sprinkler system?) robin and steve are already close, despite the fact that robin tries to act like steve’s beneath her since he’s human. nancy watches as robin whines abt how steve can’t always do all the things she wants to do, how it’s gonna suck when he gets old and dies and she has to find a new best friend (not that she’d EVER say that to steve’s face). so one day nancy just flat out asks steve if he wants to become a vampire, because she’s totally willing to do it. she’s changed tons of other people before (including robin!), some more successfully than others. of course, they fail to take into account the fact that he’s a hunter or that eddie will absolutely lose his damn mind when (if?) he finds out.
robin is absolutely delighted when nancy gifts her a newly turned steve, not only because this means steve can hang out forever, but also because she knows eddie is going to absolutely lose his shit. he was already starting to go a little crazy because nancy and steve were hanging out way more than usual (and eddie’s vaguely aware that steve has a type even tho neither of them are willing to admit their feelings for each other, even to themselves). robin had already instigated a whole lot of eddie’s paranoid and suspicious thinking, because what else are you gonna do when you’re 300 years old? when steve and nancy and robin (and even jonathan, tho that’s just eddie being paranoid cause jonathan never actually has any idea what tf is going on) suddenly seem to be keeping secrets from him (because no one actually wants to be around when eddie finds out that someone else changed steve), he starts to lose it a little bit. imagine eddie going to space just to impress steve. will absolutely loses his shit when eddie admits to them on camera that that’s exactly what he’s doing because he’s practically the president of the team steddie fanclub (he had shirts made, but dustin and lucas both told him he can’t wear it while they’re filming); hell, the footage is almost compromised because will jostles lucas so much by jumping up and down in excitement while eddie’s talking.
imagine argyle running for staten island comptroller even tho none of them actually know what that is and everyone in the house helping him throw a pride parade. lucas let’s the camera linger on eddie, where he’s just standing there, totally still, staring at steve, who’s dancing on one of the floats with a couple of drag queens, holding a sign that just says “gay guy.” the look of fondness in eddie’s eyes is so obvious, but then he turns toward the camera and sees lucas filming him and snarls, baring his fangs. there’s just an off-camera laugh from lucas; the party lost their fear of the vampires a long time ago.
i am absolutely gagging for jealous nandor and i was just thinking today abt how perfect that would be for the wwdits steddie au lol
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